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I’d never really thought of Greece before. All this changed though when I met a rather quiet, unhappy looking, beautiful Greek girl who had come to teach in a summer school in Winchester. And married her. Then I became the Englishman in Greece lost in world of anarchists, nudists, Olympian Gods and bearded bouzouki players. And feta. Lots of feta.
Ola kala then.
But why is everyone calling me ugly? And why, exactly, is my mother-in-law forever spitting on the top of my head?

We stepped out of Mumbai’s Victoria Terminus. And stepped over a dead man. He must have been lying there for a while. Gluey fluid was leaking from the body into pools on the hot, roughly paved floor. Hundreds of commuters, flying from the gothic palace-like railway station behind them out into the city, hurdled the […]

Raindrops fell on the pavement like fat toads. It was one of those hot, heavy, summer days when, almost incorrectly, it was raining. It was the day it all began. * I had been teaching for the last few months in a university campus in suburban London, cleared for the summer. Full of bored foreign teenagers […]

A new world of travel and a new life of chance opens up for Kemp after he meets his travelling Passpartout – a bored, searching, pretty Greek anarchist, teaching in a suburban English boarding school for the summer, longing to get away and explore.
Passports in hand, they make a dash for it together…